RUDE EYE
Grey cradle of April rain.
Your riverine Nazir
or holy fool was here,
rounding his moat with a vision
of metaphysical hope. Song
like Mendelssohn mandala.
Smallest coign (voilà!)
of the realm – just one among
many, Penny, to kingdom come.
Copper wrung with fire,
like Cassini in pyre
of saturnine canons – Love’s hum
somehow redeeming them, each little
statuette of soul
freedom (the cosmic equal
sign). A dab of mud & spittle
might reveal the night garden –
snowflake octavo
revolving over Buffalo
(holm oak to acorn, evergreen);
the whole note of the Nazarene
squared & shaved round
like some lost-&-found
locked-room problem – Tom the Twin
tying twine into a knot-cradle
of human & divine,
of Jew & Syrian
(or Greco-Roman republican). Ladle
*
of Milky Way – the Twin Bear Cube
softly circling,
a tiny light unmoving
(port for Magi-King & rube).
The light strengthens as you climb.
Climb toward the broken
seal, the torn silken
veil, the split seed of our primal crime...
ecclesia & synagogue divided
in the keystone arch
as airy lark from larch
(twin siblings from earth-shaded
sky). The seed is the salty word.
Out of the undivided
Ocean-Jonah glided
magnanimous eagle-wings – soared
into Benedictine Aesop-cells
from Africa to Memphis,
Iowa to Mississip –
aerie of equality, wells
of everlasting life. That vermhurl
knot, spliced by an outcast –
Pushkin-slips so fast
the prophet scatters into whorl
of matrix-hurricane. Rude eye
on Zion, Washington...
Heartbroken Hart (one
eggshell mason’s crooning sigh).
4.27.17
